"What sentence?"

"Indefinitely. No parole. No visits. ”

"I'll take a look."

"Good!"

Zhao Dianchun immediately led the way in front.

Pass through several iron gates. Zhang Yong entered the cell. All kinds of foul smells came.

Sometimes, it seems, appearances are really very deceptive. The appearance of Tiger Bridge Prison is much taller than Tilanqiao Prison. However, the cells inside were very small.

Two meters long and two meters wide. Two meters high. Eating and drinking and Lazar are in it. There are not even windows. There are only iron gates.

Winter may be fine. It's summer. That stuffy.

I couldn't help but reach out and cover my mouth.

I definitely can't stand such a ghost place.

Stench......

Eating and drinking and Lazar are in it. What do you think it will taste like? Smoke people to death!

Suffocate.

Pinch your nose.

It was not easy to get to the innermost cell.

I can't even see who is inside.

Zhang Yong frowned.

Even if people are alive. I'm crippled now.

After being locked up for so long, my body functions have long since deteriorated. Even if you take it out, it's useless.

"Zhuo Yungui!"

"Zhuo Yungui!"

Zhao Dianchun shouted loudly.

There was no reaction in the cell. It was as if the man was dead.

"Someone is going to take you out......"

"Get out!"

Finally, there was a response from inside the cell.

Zhang Yong saw it clearly. There are indeed people in there. But huddled in a corner.

All right. It's almost human to do it.

Disappointed.

Such a person is definitely useless.

Never mind. Change one.

I feel that the proposal of the seat is not reliable.

It's better to go to the army and choose people. At least in good health.

"Who are you?"

Suddenly, someone shouted hoarsely.

Zhang Yong turned around. Found on the iron gate, hanging a person. It's the people inside who do it.

Skinny. On one’s last legs.

Frown.

"What are you carrying me out for?"

"Kill the Japanese."

Zhang Yong replied bluntly.

That's just the way it is.

"How many kill?"

"Kill them all."

"What?"

"I can bail you out. Restore your free body. However, you need to do things for us. ”

"What are you doing?"

"That's it. Kill the Japanese. ”

"How many kills?"

"Kill them all."

"How many kills?"

"Kill them all."

Ren Gan asked repeatedly. Zhang Yong replied repeatedly.

Let's start with the ugly words. To fully restore your freedom, it is impossible.

You are a tool.

Well, maybe you can call it a tool man.

Trade your life for freedom.

Fight the Japanese and you may die.

If you're afraid, don't accept it. Once accepted, nothing has to be changed.

"I promise ......"

"But I won't say yes!"

Zhang Yong temporarily changed his attention.

He doesn't want such people. It's useless to come.

The selection should be open.

It's better to have a prison games......

Right.

Merit-based admission.

If you want to regain your freedom, you have to show your skills.

Turn around and go.

It was only after he left his cell that he regained his breathing.

Special mother's. Lao Tzu will never go to prison again. It's really not a place for people. Unless there's gold in it.

"Warden Zhao, let's change our approach."

"You say."

"You release people and let them climb out of the walls."

"What?"

"Tell the guards not to shoot. Let them climb out. ”

"Understood!"

Zhao Dianchun immediately went to arrange.

Since Zhang Yong was not satisfied with the person he chose, he had to leave it to him.

Zhang Yong was watching from the outside.

The fence is very high. It's about seven meters or so.

The surface is smooth. There's very little to focus on.

At least, in Zhang Yong's opinion.

Of course, in the eyes of some masters, it should not be difficult.

The old beggar of the Japanese invaders is very agile in his movements, and all kinds of rugged terrain are like walking on the ground.

Circumventing the wall is a basic skill.

If you can't pass this level, everything else will be in vain.

Zhong Yang and Wu Liuqi can't do it. Yan Guangkun: They probably can't either. Properly trained agents may not be very good.

Only those who are out of the box can do it.

Zhang Yong asked someone to bring a table and a chair and sit outside. Wait for someone to climb out of the high wall.

I also asked people to prepare some water and steamed buns. Useful for a while.

And then......

Just wait.

"Drop!"

Someone whistled inside.

Instructions to start releasing people.

Zhang Yong sat down. Half-tilted head. Waiting for someone to come up.

Look at the watch. Calculate the time.

Thirty seconds......

One minute......

Suddenly, someone's head shook.

Zhang Yong looked down at his watch. Good guys, it's only been more than seventy seconds.

What kind of cow can climb such a high wall in more than a minute?

Cowhide!

The word "uniform" must be capitalized.

Look closely. It was found that the other side looked old. Wrinkled face.

It's weird. Is it an old guy?

Or are you in a hurry?

Poker face. Keep watching.

The climb isn't over yet. Haven't climbed down yet. It's also difficult.

Who knows, the old guy clings to the fence and slides down like this. It fell to the ground lightly.

Actually, the fence has a little bit of inclination. Not exactly vertical. That's what he did.

Even so, it's very powerful.

He hesitated. came to Zhang Yong's face. A little nervous. It's a bit cramped. I'm looking forward to it again.

"Name?"

"Huang Shang."

"What?"

Zhang Yong was stunned.

Emperor? Your name is domineering!

Fortunately, Zhong Yang next to him had already handed over the relevant information. Oh. It turned out to be called Huang Shang!

It's still a bit overwhelming! No wonder you go to jail.

"Eat. Drink. Again. ”

Zhang Yong said.

One climb is certainly not enough. Gotta climb back and forth.

Why?

Deliberately toss each other. See how the other person reacts.

If the opponent drops the hat. Special mother's. No more. Then you can go back to jail.

He Zhang Yong doesn't have such a big ability. Can't stop them.

What to do? There must be one or two obedient ones. And I can fight again. Obedient again. Featuring a submissive.

When he was a child, he watched martial arts, and his biggest dream was to find a group of women to be his wife. Young, beautiful, and able to fight, and can warm the bed......

Huang Shang silently ate steamed buns.

I ate five in one go.

Zhang Yong: ???

So edible? One bite at a time?

Hey, these are all steamed buns bigger than a fist!

Yes. You eat. Eat as much as you want.

As long as you have real skills, the steamed buns are full.

Wrong. It's a full meal. Chicken, duck and fish are available. Your satisfaction is guaranteed.

We, the Renaissance Society, never lose money on food.

Huang Shang continued to eat steamed buns.

Soon ate five more. Then drink water.

Then keep eating.

Zhang Yong doesn't care about him. Look up at the wall.

Hey?

Someone came out of nowhere?

It seems to be that Zhuo Yungui? He actually climbed up too?

Awesome!

People are so strong.

I thought the oil had run out and the lamp had dried up.

Yes.

Come down!

Burst!

Zhuo Yungui fell.

Zhang Yong: ......

Sure enough, there was no way to continue.

It's already dying. Climbing walls exhausts the last of your strength.

Sorry, you can't make it in time.

was about to shake his head, when he suddenly saw Zhuo Yungui staggering to his feet again.

Staggered.

Staggered.

But......

It's moving, indeed.

In the end, he moved to Zhang Yong's side, grabbed the water, and grabbed the steamed buns.

Zhang Yong turned a blind eye.

Hurry up and eat to your heart's content. I'll have to climb back in a while.

Think one climb is enough? Think beautifully!

The next shift is about 12 noon......

(End of chapter)